Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.